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gowonders · 7 months

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i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

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dianneking · 2 months

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On The Seashore (Brienne x Reader)

Hi all! For my weekly fic challenge, @scream-queenlover suggested this prompt (#2584) @promptsforthestrugglingauthor :

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?" "I'm sorry…did you just fucking propose?”

You and Brienne have been adventuring together for years, and while you enjoy the friendship and camaraderie that the two of you share, you can't help but wish for more, maybe…but is it in the cards?

Tags: Brienne x Reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Brienne is an adventurer, Aroace spectrum, Brienne is on the aroace spectrum, Friendly Banter, Dialogue-Heavy, Queerplatonic Vibes, Second Person POV, Reader is a woman.

I am not sure how it turned into a queerplatonic fic with a Brienne on the aro/ace spectrum but hey, happy belated aro/ace week. Link to AO3 in the title below:

On The Seashore

“I swear, if I have to shake sand from my boots one more time, I'll snap.” You grumbled, pulling once again your weathered traveling boots on your feet.

“Might I remind you that getting this close to the coastline was your idea, milady?”

“Brienne, it's been three years we're on the road together, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name?”

You could see her lips slightly tilting upwards and you knew her dry wit was about to come out to play once more.

“One more time, milady.”

You snorted. “One more time, my ass. I haven't been a lady since we took to the road. Just a common adventurer, that's all.”

“There's absolutely nothing common about you, milady, and if anyone dares to even imply anything of the sort, I'd be ready to duel them.”

“Yeah we've learned that in Sandstone with that one guy who was a little bit too friendly…”

“He grabbed your arm!”

“I know but we were trying to keep a low profile and you beating him up didn't really…”

“He insulted your honor! And mine too!”

You sighed. “Yes I know. Let's try not to beat anyone up in this village though. I'd like to lay low for a while.”

“Well we still have half a day of walking in front of us before we get there, that is, if Your Grace doesn't keep stopping every ten minutes to shake sand off your precious feet.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting the whole beach in my boots.”

The two of you kept going towards the village, bickering as you had become accustomed to over the time spent together.

“This must be heaven!” You kicked your feet up, forgetting your previous adversity for the sand, your boots next to your wicker seat in the cool shade of the palm trees.

“You have pretty low standards for the afterlife, milady, if all you require is a seat in the shade.”

“Brienne! Was your mission successful?”

You looked up at her silhouette, the sun behind her transforming her short hair in a golden halo. She looked even more like a goddess than usual.

“I have drinks and I have work opportunities so yes, I'd say my mission was indeed successful. And no duels yet, so you can rest easily.”

She handed you a tankard, keeping the second one in her hand.

You lost no time chugging down the first half in a long sip.

“Ahhhhhh now that's something that was sorely missing in my heaven. A drink! I could kiss you right now, Brienne!”

She did not reply, taking a sip of her own tankard, but as she sat down in the wicker chair next to your own, you noticed her ears were slightly pinker. How had she managed to get sunburned in such a short time? Oh well, she was very fair-skinned so it probably took very little. That might be why she always had her hood or her helmet on most days. But the Dornian heat and the quiet reputation of this village had convinced even the uptight Brienne of Tarth to lighten her kit.

“So you were talking about work?”

She swallowed her drink and replied, her voice uncharacteristically flustered:

“Yes. Hmm, well, they're looking for night guards for their granary. They've had quite the bountiful harvest and they want to keep it safe until the village fair.”

“Are there actual threats to the granary?”

“Not really. Seems to be mostly a precaution.”

“So a cushy gig. How's the pay?”

“Not great, but they'd let us stay here at this cottage on the beach for free and add one golden coin each per week.”

“Sunshine, the seaside, free lodging and decent pay? Sign me up for life!”

“What about your beloved adventures? What about being a free spirit and roaming the world?”

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay here?"

The silence that followed alerted you that something was wrong. You turned to your companion.

“Brienne?”

She was looking at you as if you had sprouted a second head.

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?”

Woah. Brienne of Tarth, swearing? That was almost unheard of from your very proper companion, and only in very serious situations.

Not that you’d mind. Marrying her, that is. Quite the contrary. The past three years had easily been the happiest of your life, and you knew it had to do with her. Her constant presence by your side, her dry humor, her unwavering support and loyalty…she had become a column you hadn’t even realized how much you were leaning against until you took a step back and allowed yourself to admire her. And she was beautiful. Gods, was she beautiful.

You set your tankard down beside your chair, and turned to her, lifting your chin, fixing your eyes in hers with equal parts trepidation and boldness.

“What if I did?”

“This is not a subject for jesting, milady!”

“Who said I was jesting? And for all the Gods, stop calling me milady like I am some sort of court princess.”

“But you cannot...We wouldn’t…We’re two women!”

“Believe me, I noticed.” You smirked up at her, letting your eyes roam her tall figure, allowing her to see the appreciation in your eyes. She spluttered, her face turning a bright red that had no correlation with her previous sun exposure. (Had her reddened ears from before also been…oh. Well. Who’d have known. You might even have a chance then.)

“Milady! I…That’s not appropriate! The law doesn’t-”

“Brienne. For once, this is not about the law, religion, traditions, nor customs.” You stood up, and placed your hands on the armrests of her seat, boxing her in. Tall as she was, her head was level with yours. You had never been so close to her. You could see beads of perspiration crowning her forehead, you could drown in the blueness of her eyes, wide open in shock, both at your boldness and at your closeness.

She hadn’t pushed you away though. That had to count for something.

“Brienne?”

“Y-yes?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, hesitant and softer than you’d ever heard before. This was not Brienne the warrior speaking. She was Brienne the woman.

The woman you’d fallen for.

“I am going to tell you something. You just say the word, and we won’t have to talk about this again. We’ll go back to our adventuring as it was before and nothing will have changed. But I don’t want you to think this is some sort of joke. I am serious.”

She nodded, and you could see her lower lip quivering slightly, and her eyes widening even more.

“There’s nobody else in the whole world I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else I would gladly take an arrow for, nobody else I want to guard my back as I guard theirs. If there’s anything that the past three years have taught me is that my days of lonely wandering are done, as long as I can have you by my side. Would…would you consider becoming more than just traveling companions?”

She bit her lip, and let her gaze drop to her knees, as if unable to look you in the eyes anymore.

Oh.

The silence stretched for what felt like ages. The usually pleasant sounds of waves crashing against the seashore and seagulls crying out to each other felt like a dissonant song to your ears, when all you wanted to hear was her voice.

But you guessed her silence was telling you all there was to know.

“Very well.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you straightened up, hands detaching from the wicker armrests, setting your companion free once again. “I’ll just… go check the water’s temperature. Be back in a bit.”

You almost scoffed at yourself. Sure. Check the water temperature. Like you gave a damn about the ocean right now. It could all dry up for all you cared.

You resisted the urge to kick at the sand in anger and frustration though. Mainly because you knew Brienne could be watching you, and you wanted to keep what little decorum you could. How could you be so stupid? To think that she might return your feelings, that you might have a chance with her. Ha. Clearly the blazing sun of Dorne had burnt off your common sense.

You let the cool seawater lap at your bare feet, forcing yourself to look at the horizon and take a deep breath of salty breeze.

It was okay. You’d gone through heartbreak before. You’d move on.

Another deep intake of breath.

You would not allow those tears that you felt prickling at your eyelids to fall. You were a grown woman. An adventurer. Not a silly girl with a crush.

A third breath. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of seagulls, trying to shove all the feelings back in the little blackened and beaten container you called heart.

“Nobody has ever told me that.”

“HOLY SH- Brienne, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You twirled towards her, a hand on your chest as you tried to get your breathing back in control. How a woman of her size had managed to sneak behind you without you noticing was a testament both to her athleticism and to how out of it you were.

She pinned you with her gaze, hard and unflinching. The soft, blushing Brienne was gone. This was Brienne the warrior, once again. You realized you had fallen for her, too.

“Nobody has ever…wanted me.” She said that as if it was part question, part accusation. You didn’t know what to make of it. You shrugged.

“Well, apparently they’re all dumb as rocks and with no functioning eyes.”

She snorted. An inelegant sound that you found as endearing as the rest of her.

“Seriously, Brienne. You probably have a lot of people that admire you from afar. I’m just the one with the least amount of self-preservation instincts of them all.”

“You seem to have been doing pretty well so far.”

“Well, if you don’t smite me for daring to punch above my weight, I should live to see another day!” You smiled up at her, cheekily, trying to lighten up the mood. You weren’t going to give up on the friendship and camaraderie you two had built together just because your advances had been turned down. A fool, you might be, but not an utter imbecile.

You could see her lips pull up at the corners in a tiny but unmistakable smile at your antics.

“There it is! The smile of mercy! I shall live somewhat longer! Yay!”

She shook her head and gave you a small shove, almost throwing you completely off-balance.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ll take impossible as a title over milady anytime, so yep, that’s who I am! Also, please don’t throw me into the ocean, I can’t swim.”

“You can’t?”

“Nope! I’m a land rat, not a sea rat. Can you?”

“Of course! Everyone on Tarth learns how to.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me at some point, but throwing me in is not how I’d like to go about it, thank you very much.”

Her hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it strongly, and you looked up to see that the smile had gone, and her expression was now closed off, and serious.

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She ground out, as if it was physically difficult for her to even say it.

“To teaching me how to swim?”

“No, to a… relationship. I…I like to spend time with you.” She looked like she was telling the truth but also like she was extremely uncomfortable doing so. You felt your heart break again, this time for her.

“As do I, but we can still have that. This is not an ultimatum, Brienne, I would never put you in that position.” Just the thought she would be willing to start a relationship she clearly wasn’t keen on not to lose your company was…both horrifying and heartwarming, to be honest.

“It’s not that. I…I am not good with…romance. It doesn’t come as easy to me as it seems to be for other people. I don’t know how to go about it.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, on your shoulder, trying to find the right words.

“Hey. There is no right or wrong way. And there is no hurry. We can give it a try and see where it goes. If not, we’ll just be good friends that adventure together, alright?”

She seemed to ponder this, her eyes on your hand covering her own. You gave her the time to do so.

“I would like that.”

You smiled tenderly up at her. This was so hard for her, always used to be the paradigm of perfection, of valor, of morals. The fact that she was able to challenge herself enough to go out on a limb with a relationship for you, of all people, made your heart skip a beat in your chest.

“We will take things as slowly as you’d like, and you feel free to tell me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

You could see the tension leave her eyes, and her face opened up in a hopeful smile.

“You’d do that…for me?”

“But of course! We have all the time in the world, milady!” You smirked, throwing the title back at her and seeing her resigned grimace at the nickname.

“No more miladys, alright?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years! Now. That drink is getting warm and that’s not something we can allow. Shall we?”

You gallantly offered her your hand to hold in a very bad imitation of a nobleman asking a woman at court to dance. She shook her head, but accepted your hand, and you both turned your back to the sun, looking at your conjoined shadows on the sand in front of you with a look of incredulous joy on both of your faces.

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sevsdollette · 9 months

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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

—

The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

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Talkin’ Foolish

Pairing: Leon x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: You reminisce on some memorable moments with Leon

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, adult themes, mentions of sex and sex toys, no gendered language, pure corniness and Leon being awkward and goofy as hell.

Author’s Note: This is so…I don’t know what this is but I wanted to have a break between the angst I’ve been writing. This is inspired by things my fiancée has said/done to me, lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 1,022

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You’re used to it by now. Well…Maybe not.

There’s still some things that Leon says that makes your brain feel like it’s buffering, dial up tone and all, stuck on a loading screen as you try to catch up to what he’s said. You’re still surprised at what his mind conjures up.

He’s always had some cheesy, corny jokes he likes to use, but sometimes there’s some outta pocket, off the wall, quirky phrases and sentences he’s strung together, that you wonder how anyone could think of. Though you quickly realized it’s best not to underestimate Leon and his beautiful, unique mind.

There’s a few times that stick out more so than others.

Like one time, it’s late at night. You’ve eaten dinner, cleaned up the kitchen. Cookware, plates, utensils all put up. You’ve both settled down on the couch to watch whatever’s on, finding a movie you’ve both settled on.

You’re snacking on some candy, a sour kind, ones with those sugar crystals. Unfortunately, a few of those crystals stick in the back of your throat, causing a coughing fit. You’re quick to get it under control, sipping on some water until it starts to die down. Leon leaned towards you, patting your back. “Sorry, just got something in my throat,” You tell him, able to finally get the words out. Now that he knows you’re out of harm’s way, Leon’s concerned expression turns into a smirk. You raised an eyebrow at the change, a silent question. “Damn, baby…Would love to be in your throat.” Your jaw drops, cheeks turning redder than they did while you were catching your breath. “Excuse me?” You splutter, trying hard not to show that you did, in fact, find the joke funny. He throws his head back and guffaws, tears forming in his eyes. “Sorry honey, I couldn’t resist!” He gets out, before pulling you into a hug, kissing your scarlet cheeks.

Another time, it’s when you two are bare in bed, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You’re on top, pussy rubbing against his cock, from base to tip. Your head is thrown back, enjoying the sensation until he suddenly grabs your hips and lets out a pained grunt. Snapping your head upright, you look at him with concern and ask, “Everything okay, darling?” “F-fuck. It’s…Everything’s alright, baby, keep moving for me.” You raise an eyebrow, but do as he says, continuing your movements. Falling back into the feeling, you begin to moan and grab your chest, while involuntarily clenching down on Leon’s cock. “Damn, baby!” He chokes out, grabbing your hips again, this time lifting you up from his lap. “Grippin’ my shit like Loctite!” You just stare at him for a breadth of time, wide eyed, before cackling with laughter. He soon joins in, both falling into a laughing fit.

You’re thankful for times like these during sex, being able to laugh whenever a mishap or something comical occurs.

Another moment you can recall, you had received a package, a new sex toy. A vibrator you had been eyeing for some time, waiting for a sale to occur since it was quite pricey. Finally purchasing it, you were eager to get it out of its packaging and see it in person, excited for the time ahead where you would be using it. Pulling out and plugging the charger into the wall, setting the toy on your nightstand to charge. At this time Leon decides to enter the room, curious about the box, himself. Looking at your form bent over the nightstand, he comes up behind you, seeing you fiddle with the toy. “Ah, I see you finally got that cooter buzzer you’d been looking at.” “A what?!” You shrieked. Spinning around, mouth agape with face ablaze. “What? Don’t like the name I’ve given your toys?” He asks, smirking. “You are not calling them that!” You retort, jabbing a finger into his chest to emphasize. He grabs your wrist and pulls it up towards his face, kissing your knuckles. “Well…Can I call them whatever I want as long as I use them on you?” He questions, grinning now. “N-no! I mean…Maybe…” You stutter out, wondering how he can be so awkward and yet so seductive at the same time.

Now, the last thing that comes to your mind isn’t really something he said, but did.

You had grabbed some dirty laundry out of the hamper, taking it to the laundry room to begin a load for washing. You toss the pile into the washing machine, going to check the bin in the bathroom for any more clothing. That’s when you noticed you had dropped a shirt in the hallway, the piece falling out of the rather large pile you held. Bending down to pick up the article, Leon walks into the hallway. “Heh, my turn,” he says, thinking about earlier that day when you had swatted him on his ass as he bent over to grab a pan from the cabinet. His hand pulls back, giving you a firm smack on the behind. You squeal, the momentum from his slap tipping you forward, causing you to lose balance and topple over. “Leon!” You screech, trying to find purchase albeit none around. Leon tries to catch you before you fall over completely, unfortunately, he isn’t fast enough.

“Oh shit, baby! I’m sorry!” He says as he’s pulling you up from the ground. “Are you hurt?” He asks, moving your hair from your face to search for any abrasions. Your eyes like daggers, you glare at him, gritting out, “No…But you’re about to be!” “Oh, fuck.” He mutters, before escaping and dashing off, you hot on his tail. A chase ensues, ending with him turning around and grabbing you. He picks you up and takes you to your shared room, you squealing over his shoulder. Tossing you onto the bed, tickling you until you’re both laughing and panting for breath. He sighs, leaning down to give you a kiss. “Love you, you little rascal,” he says. “Love you too, rapscallion.” You chortle, kissing him back.

There’s never a dull moment in your house.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Can you do a scenario on how characters in twilight (you can pick the characters) react to reader kissing them on the lips unexpectedly:

Ex:

Reader: kisses Aro on the lips

Aro: *stops mid sentence than smiles* what was that for my dear?

Reader: I just love you is all

Gn!Reader ❤️

Ooh this is such a cute idea. I’m definitely going to have this broken up into parts

↱ how they react to you kissing them on the lips unexpectedly ↰

➘ summary : sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted I did my best and that’s what matters oh and this is how I do my scenarios :)

✭ carlisle cullen :

(Y/N) couldn't believe the excitement of the moment as they found themselves standing close to Carlisle, their heart racing. The tension between them was palpable, and before they could overthink it, their instincts took over. With a mix of nervousness and boldness, (Y/N) leaned in and planted an unexpected, fleeting kiss on Carlisle's lips. Time seemed to stand still for a second as they pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, awaiting Carlisle's reaction.

As (Y/N) pulled away, a hushed gasp escaped their lips, their heart now pounding even harder. Carlisle's surprised expression quickly transformed into a gentle smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and warmth. He chuckled softly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as well.

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. His fingers brushed against his lips, as if trying to hold onto the sensation of the fleeting kiss. "I must admit, you've caught me off guard."

(Y/N)'s own blush deepened, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration swirling within them. "I... I didn't plan on doing that," they stammered, their gaze flickering between Carlisle's eyes and his lips.

Carlisle's smile widened, his hand gently reaching to tilt (Y/N)'s chin up. "Sometimes the most spontaneous moments are the ones worth cherishing," he said, his tone tender and reassuring.

A soft, nervous giggle escaped (Y/N) as they met Carlisle's gaze, feeling a connection that seemed to transcend the unexpectedness of the situation. In that moment, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them standing there, suspended in time.

"I suppose I should apologize for the impulsive move," (Y/N) finally said, their voice a mixture of sheepishness and genuine fondness.

Carlisle's fingers traced a gentle pattern on the back of (Y/N)'s hand, his touch sending shivers up their spine. "No need for apologies," he replied softly. "Life is meant to be filled with surprises, after all."

And just like that, the atmosphere shifted, the tension that had momentarily crackled between them dissipating into a sense of comfort and ease. As they continued to stand there, locked in each other's gaze, both (Y/N) and Carlisle realized that sometimes the best moments in life were the ones that took them by surprise.

✭ edward cullen :

(Y/N) found themselves standing beside Edward, the air charged with an unspoken tension. The conversation had taken an unexpectedly intimate turn, and the world seemed to fade away around them. In a bold, impulsive move, (Y/N) leaned in, capturing Edward's lips in a soft, unexpected kiss. Time seemed to slow down as their heart raced, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to vanish.

Edward's eyes widened in surprise as their lips met, but the shock was quickly replaced by a deep and intense connection. The touch was electrifying, sending a rush of emotions through both of them. As (Y/N) pulled away, their breaths mingling, Edward's gaze locked onto theirs, a mixture of astonishment and something else—a longing that had been hidden beneath the surface for so long.

"(Y/N)..." Edward began, his voice a soft whisper as he reached out to gently cup their cheek. His thumb brushed against their skin, his touch sending shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"I... I didn't plan on doing that," (Y/N) admitted, their heart still racing from the unexpected boldness of their actions.

Edward's lips curved into a slow, breathtaking smile, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Sometimes the most beautiful moments are the ones we don't plan," he replied, his voice low and filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

As they stood there, caught in the intensity of the moment, (Y/N) felt a sense of vulnerability and exhilaration unlike anything they had experienced before. The connection between them had deepened, the unspoken feelings finally surfacing in the wake of that spontaneous kiss.

"I've waited for this for so long," Edward confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "To finally feel your lips against mine."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—happiness, surprise, and a growing affection that they had been too afraid to admit until now. As they looked into Edward's eyes, they saw a reflection of their own feelings mirrored back.

The world around them may have been uncertain, but in that moment, (Y/N) and Edward knew that some things were worth taking risks for. The unexpected kiss had opened a door to a new chapter, and they were both eager to explore the uncharted territory that lay ahead.

✭ benjamin :

In the midst of a casual conversation with Benjamin, (Y/N) felt a sudden surge of emotion they couldn't contain. His presence, his words, everything about him had an enchanting effect. Without warning, (Y/N) leaned in and pressed an unexpected, tender kiss on Benjamin's lips. Time seemed to freeze as their heart raced, and for that brief moment, it was as if the world had faded away.

Benjamin's eyes widened in surprise, his initial shock quickly replaced by a soft smile that played at the corners of his lips. His hand came up to gently touch the side of (Y/N)'s face, his touch sending a thrill through them.

"(Y/N), you never cease to amaze me," Benjamin said, his voice a gentle murmur filled with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"I... I don't know what came over me," (Y/N) admitted, their cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Benjamin's smile deepened, his gaze locking onto theirs. "Sometimes the most unexpected gestures are the most meaningful ones."

As they stood there, the air between them seemed to shimmer with newfound energy. The unspoken connection that had always existed had now taken on a tangible form. (Y/N) felt a rush of bravery, their heart pounding as they met Benjamin's gaze once again.

"Benjamin, I've always felt something between us," (Y/N) confessed, their voice steady despite the nervousness bubbling beneath the surface.

His fingers brushed against their cheek, a soft caress that sent shivers down their spine. "And I've felt it too," he replied, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

The space around them seemed to shrink as they leaned in, their lips meeting once more in a kiss that was both unexpected and deeply desired. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that electrifying moment.

As they finally pulled away, their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, they found the promise of something new—a connection that had been kindled through the spark of an unexpected kiss.

✭ marcus :

In the grand halls of the Volturi, (Y/N) found themselves in the presence of Marcus, the ancient and seemingly detached king. The air was heavy with tension as the conversation took an unexpected turn, delving into matters of the heart. Something about Marcus's quiet demeanor intrigued (Y/N) in a way they couldn't quite explain.

As the discussion reached a poignant moment, a surge of emotion overwhelmed (Y/N). In a bold and surprising move, they closed the distance between them and pressed a soft, unexpected kiss on Marcus's lips. Time seemed to stand still as their heart raced, the audacity of their actions leaving them breathless.

Marcus's eyes widened in astonishment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghosted his lips. His hand, cold yet gentle, reached up to touch the side of (Y/N)'s face, his touch sending shivers down their spine.

"(Y/N)," he murmured, his voice a low and soothing rumble. "You've managed to surprise even me."

"I... I don't know what came over me," (Y/N) confessed, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and the lingering thrill of the unexpected kiss.

Marcus's gaze held theirs, his eyes seeming to see into the depths of their soul. "The unexpected often carries more weight than the meticulously planned."

In that moment, the tension that had surrounded them seemed to shift, replaced by an unspoken connection that defied the conventional rules of their world. (Y/N) felt a surge of courage, their heart pounding as they met Marcus's gaze once more.

"Marcus, I've sensed something in you, something more than what meets the eye," (Y/N) said, their voice steady despite the tremor of nervousness. "And I wanted to see if there was a chance for something beyond the expected."

His fingers lingered on their cheek, his touch cool yet strangely comforting. "You've awakened something dormant within me," he replied, his tone carrying a weight of ancient wisdom.

With a renewed sense of determination, (Y/N) leaned in once more, their lips meeting Marcus's in a kiss that was both unexpected and powerful. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in that charged moment.

As they eventually pulled away, the air between them felt charged with a new energy, a promise of something different and unpredictable. (Y/N) and Marcus had defied expectations, embracing the unexpected connection that had ignited with a single, daring kiss.

✭ jane & alec :

In the heart of the Volturi's lair, (Y/N) found themselves in the presence of Jane and Alec, the twins who possessed formidable and unique gifts. The air was charged with an almost palpable energy as they engaged in conversation, discussing their roles within the coven. A daring thought crossed (Y/N)'s mind, and before they could second-guess themselves, they leaned in unexpectedly and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss on Jane's lips. Time seemed to slow as their heart raced, the audacity of their action leaving them both exhilarated and apprehensive.

Jane's eyes widened in surprise, her initial shock quickly replaced by a mixture of curiosity and something akin to amusement. A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips as she regarded (Y/N), her demeanor hinting at a newfound interest.

"(Y/N)," she remarked, her voice carrying a subtle note of intrigue. "You're full of surprises."

"I... I didn't plan on doing that," (Y/N) admitted, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Alec, who had been observing the exchange with a quiet intensity, chuckled softly at (Y/N)'s words. "Indeed, unexpected actions often lead to the most intriguing outcomes," he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

Emboldened by their audacity, (Y/N) turned their attention to Alec and, without hesitating, leaned in to kiss him as well. The atmosphere seemed to crackle as their lips met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to course through the air.

Alec's surprise was evident in his widened eyes, but he quickly responded with a gentle yet fervent kiss, allowing himself to be carried away by the spontaneity of the moment. His fingers brushed against (Y/N)'s cheek, a touch that sent shivers down their spine.

As they pulled away from both Jane and Alec, the energy in the room felt charged with a mixture of tension, curiosity, and a newfound connection. The twins exchanged a knowing glance before turning their attention back to (Y/N), each wearing a different but equally intriguing expression.

"(Y/N)," Jane began, her voice laced with a hint of something that could only be described as intrigue, "you've certainly managed to pique our curiosity."

Alec's lips curved into a playful smile. "It seems you've made quite an impression."

In that moment, (Y/N) realized they had ignited a spark that transcended the boundaries of conventionality. The unexpected kisses had drawn them closer to Jane and Alec in a way they hadn't anticipated, and as they stood there, surrounded by the enigmatic aura of the Volturi, (Y/N) embraced the uncertainty of the path they had chosen, knowing that the unexpected could often lead to the most unforgettable experiences.

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woofwoofwolf · 11 months

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Go home, Hobie Brown

Hobie brown x reader

Part 2:

Notes: Alt reader, Aro Ace spec reader but this fic is still romantic in nature (bc im aro ace and this is wish fulfilment, so dont come for me if this doesnt line up with your lived experience), fluff, reader has anxiety over liking Hobie and he teases reader for it a lil, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, nicknames: babe and sweetheart, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobies accent, brit wtitten by a European sue me

The type of alt space the reader belongs to is up to you. Alt meaning alternative, as in subculture spaces. I'm alt myself so this comes from experience. Get stared at a lot lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

There was a rush to the exit of the classroom. You were always slow packing your intricately decorated book-bag and were one of the last to leave.

"Thank you professor, have a nice rest of your day."

"See you on monday, (y/n)." The professors always knew your name, despite having so many students. Another curse or blessing (depending on the situation or your point of view) of dressing alternatively - people never seem to forget you.

You opened the door but immediately slammed it shut again, causing the professor to look back up at you.

"Oh. Hehe... sorry..." you turned back to the classroom. No other exits. Maybe you could jump out of the window?

But before you could reconsider your escape plan, the originator - or should I say instigator - of your panic and embarrassment entered the room with the heavy steps of his well-worn boots.

"Hey there," said Hobie Brown, as confident as always. "What are you up to,"

You felt an unwanted warmth crawl up your neck. You had always told your friends that romance wasn't for you and that you weren't going to date anyone just to 'find out.' You weren't ever ashamed of not ever having been attracted to someone before, but man, were you ever unprepared to have a crush as an adult.

You met Hobie through Gwen. From the moment he met you, it was as if a switch flipped inside of him. He decided that he liked you and that he wanted you. He had told you so right away.

"You single?" You were sure he didn't even know your name at that point. He liked the way you expressed yourself, and although you usually hated how people would pretend to know what you were about only from the way you dressed, it was like Hobie actually understood you in just a glance.

You felt it right to tell him that you didn't do dating, but it wouldn't leave your throat. Never had you been confessed to before, and you didn't know what to even say.

He started showing up places, more and more, he became an unpredictable part of your circle. You didn't know how to process him.

"Let's match pace together. You feel me?" He'd say.

"No, I don't, actually,"

But slowly, you did. It felt as if your slow and monotone life started to pick up some speed, all the while you felt more in tune than ever. You wondered if the pace of his life had slowed down a bit in return, but you were too scared to consider what he might specifically be feeling for you and why. You doubted he wasn't being genuine, but you had no idea why he insisted on you.

You'd bicker with him (oh. It was so fun to bicker with him- wait were you flirting with him?), but when Gwen asked if you wanted her to tell him to leave you alone, you told her not to. Which only further fanned the flames of Pav's incessant 'shipping' of the both of you.

And so, you realised that for the first time in your life, you felt something for someone. And you were completely unprepared to tackle it.

"I can't believe it, coming to see me while I'm at uni."

Your eyes shot back and forth from Hobie and the professor who looked at the both of you with sparkling curiosity. Even the small remainder of the otherwise consistently disinterested students were all looking at you. Dressing alternatively, you were used to people staring, but now you just felt embarrassed, as if even talking to him was the equivalent of making out in the middle of the room.

"You told me when your classes were yourself," Hobie reminded you with a little smirk, picking up on your embarrassment.

"No but-" you huffed. "this is harassment-"

"You know, I'll leave if you tell me to?" He teased, back straight, hands in his pockets. "You can say it, sweetheart. I believe in you. Say 'Go home, Hobie Brown'!"

You glared at him, yet no sound dared to leave your throat.

"C'mon babe, say it," he leaned forward challenging your gaze.

Both of you held it there for a couple of seconds. A pin could drop in that classroom and everybody would hear it.

Finally, after that afore-mentioned warmth reached your cheeks and had become visible to all, you broke.

"You like dunkin'?" You muttered, walking towards the door. You swore you could hear some students chuckle or gasp, and you wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

Hobie whistled and followed, just a few steps behind you, never actually invading your personal space until you were ready, "Asking me on a date? Now, that's bold,"

"It's not a date. But you ARE buying. I want a smoothie. And a donut, of course."

"Taking advantage of me now babe?"

"And why shouldn't I? If you're going to cling to me like a magnet, I might as well make use of you." You briefly stopped, and Hobie nearly walked into you. You peered up at him, batting your lashes. "You know I really don't know what you see in me. Maybe you better run home while you're ahead."

"Depends," Hobie said, ecstatic every time you took his bait. "Will you be going with me?"

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Two fics in one day??? What is going on. Anyways hope you enjoyed, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, don't be shy to talk to me lol

You know as someone who's aro ace spec, I find an escape in fictional characters and the idea that they could be the ones to finally sweep me off my feet and get me to feel some type of attraction. It sounds cringy and emberassing, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. If you're like me then I hope this scratched some kind of itch for you lol.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #scenario #spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader

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konigsfavwife · 4 months

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You’re mine

This is part 2 of traitor !!

Part 1

Summary: how could he do that to you? Surely you wouldn’t happen to get with his best friend to get under his skin…

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader // Blaise Zabini x Fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: (all characters are 18+) Rough, angry sex, slight praise, degrading, slapping, chocking, humiliation, bathroom sex. fake relationships, Draco being a little shit. Draco being toxic and possessive. Draco being nice during the end, so like bipolar

Authors note: I really didn’t know how to end the last one so I js decided to make a little part two also like I’m not the best at writing smut so bare with me

Song: So It Goes… - Taylor Swift.

Dress - Taylor Swift

After that mess with Draco you ran in the hallway until you ran into blaise, bumping your head on his hard chest. “Ow..” you huffed looking up at him. “Jeez sorry..” he huffed a little, looking down at you. “You okay? Your eyes are red and puffy” he said to her, putting out his hand to help you get up. “It’s fucking Draco and that pansy bitch! Right after he broke up with me not even a day later he wants to go and fuck around with her and forget about me!” You grumble, you head starting to pound as she slowly standing up while ranting to him about what happened. “Okay okay calm down it’s fine alright? He wasn’t even all that to begin with” he laughed, holding on her arms. “You don’t understand Blaise” you huffed softly. “Y/n listen to me. He isn’t worth everything in this world, especially not your heart. If he wanted you that bad he wouldn’t be fucking around with pansy. She ain’t even good looking” Blaise shrugged, a little smirk on his face. “Glad we both agree on something” you laughed half ass. “Y/n listen to me, I understand you both been through so much stuff together but maybe it’s time to let him go I mean he’s a Malfoy” Blaise laughed. “Damn isn’t he your best friend?” You laughed at Blaise’s comment about his friend. “I mean he’s alright but what he did to you wasn’t” Blaise shrugged. “Well now I don’t even have a date to the Yule ball” you huffed, looking at Blaise. “Go with me then maybe we can like fake date or something just to get him heated” Blaise asked. “Excuse me?” You looked at him confused “we both know Draco y/n. He hates whenever you were seen with someone else, let alone his best friend. Come on it’ll be fun” Blaise laughed. “Blaise are you playing with me?” You laughed, not being able to believe his offer. “I’m being serious!” He laughed with you. “This is ridiculous” you laughed again, looking at him. “Not I’m not opposed… “ you giggled a little. “Well isn’t that just perfect.. try to look your best tho okay? I really want to get under his skin” Blaise smirked at you. “Yeah yeah whatever..” you laughed. “Well the balls tomorrow night, remember what you agreed with.” He smirked at her before walking away.

The night of the ball

You had fixed your makeup and your hair curled down your back. You were wearing a white satin dress with pearls and white stones adoring the dress, it snugly hugged your curves in the best way possible. Your heels slowly walked down the stairs trying to spot out Blaise. While walking down it seems as all the attention was drawn to you. As you slowly walked down you saw multiple people stop and turn to the stairs, watching you walk down. But the person catching your attention was Draco, of course with pansy beside him in some short blue dress. Your hair bounced gently against your back as you found Blaise amongst all the people, your heels kicking against the floor as you walked over to him, a smile plastered on your lips. “Well don’t you look handsome” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek softly. You two had grown closer since the day you two dumped into each other and thought you two had to make is as realistic as possible. “Talk about me… Merlin love look at you..” he smirked, looking you up and down, checking you out. You laughed softly as you looked around the room, in the corner of your eye seeing Draco staring at you. “Here let’s walk inside” Blaise smiled and handed you his hand, accepting it with a smile as the both of you walk into the balls main area. “It looks beautiful in here” you smiled softly, looking at the scenery around you. “I know.. hogwarts always goes out for these balls..” he smirked. “Well I’m glad they do it, it always amazes me at how beautiful hogwarts can really be” you smiled, holding his hand gently then letting go. “Seriously” Blaise smiled to you as a slow dance already started to play. “Care to dance love?” Blaise asked, holding out his hand to you with a damn smile on his face. “I’d love too” you giggled, taking his hands and walked over to the dance floor wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his hands on your hips, slowly swaying to the soft music playing. As you laid your chin on his shoulder while dancing you couldn’t help but feel as if someone was starring at you. You quickly looked around as Blaise twirled you around slowly, seeing Draco starring deep into the back of Blaise as he stood beside pansy. You continued to look as he moved his gaze to you causing you to look away quickly. “He’s staring so hard it’s scary..” you whispered to Blaise with a little laugh. “Of course he is. Your fucking stunning” Blaise whispered as he slowly twirled you around again, dipping you.

After a while of dancing with Blaise and the occasional stare between Draco you had decided to sit for a little since your feet were starting to hurt in your heels. “I’m honestly having such a good time Blaise” you smiled as you looked over at him. “I’m glad you are, you deserve a good time.” He spoke calmly “how’s your night been hm?” You asked Blaise honestly wanting to know. “It’s been good, but I feel as if I’m getting starred at the whole night” Blaise laughed. “The feelings mutual” you teased “guess we both know who that is” Blaise shrugged. As you looked around to see everyone around the ballroom you couldn’t seem to spot Draco, thanking he just went to his dorm. “Hey I’m gonna go use the bathroom, I’ll be back!” You told Blaise, getting up and walking out of the ballroom into the hallway.

going to the bathroom while not realizing you just bumped into someone. “Oh excuse me” you said to the person without looking up. “Y/n..” you hear a deep voice call out. “Going out to the ball with my best friend huh?” You heard the voice call out knowing it was Draco. “Leave me the hell alone I don’t wanna talk to you.” You grumbled, trying to walk past him. “Not so quick.” You heard him say as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a bathroom, hearing him mutter a locking spell. “Draco what the hell? What is up with you!” You yelled at him, tugging away from his grip. “You think you could just get with my best friend right after we broke up huh? You think so you fucking whore?” Draco sneered, pinning you up against a wall. “You broke up with me!” You shot back, but being stuck between his strong arms.

“Still. I didn’t hook up with your fucking best friend now did I huh? Oh wait I guess you’re just a play thing people use when they’re bored, swear to Merlin all you are is a fucking slut. Only for someone to use as they want.” Draco grumbled as he locked his lips with yours. Your eyes widened for a moment then closed as you felt Draco’s hand wrapped against your throat, not completely chocking you but definitely making his strength known. You quickly fell into the kiss, your body falling limp as he harshly kissed you. Some time after he parted lips with you, looking at you for a second then started to spin you around to where your back was facing him, quickly unzipping your dress as he watched closely. “Good fucking girl already knows what to do.” He groaned as he watched the dress fall to the floor in front of him.

As you turned around back to face him you could see Draco looking you up and down with hunger in his eyes as if he was staring down prey. He smirked as he motioned you on your knees, obeying you got down on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those damn eyes you always used to get what you wanted. He smirked to himself as he grabbed the top of your hair, watching as you undid his belt, throwing it Merlin knows where as you unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks pulling them just below his knees as you palmed his erection though his boxers, him to groan, throwing his head back. “You know what to do you fucking slut.” Draco groaned as he looked down at you. You quickly pulled down his boxers to his ankles and slowly ran your nails up his legs to his thighs and up to his v-line. You fluttered your eyelashes as you slowly started to inch closer to his cock. You smirked to yourself as you looked up at him, his eyes hazy. “Come on I know you can do it.” He groaned, pushing your head closer, not wanting to wait. You rolled your eyes and put your mouth around the tip, slowly sucking it as your other two hands wrapped around his base, slowly pumping him. “Listen to me, I’m not in the damn mood for this shit.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and pushed your mouth deeper making you take more of him the farther he pushed. Your eyes widened as you started to choke on him, your eyes glossing with tears as he continuously pushing your head back and forth making you gag as he continued, your hands in his thighs crying to stabilize yourself. He threw his head back and groans left his lips. “Such a fucking slut aren’t you huh? Merlin I’m fucking close keep doing that baby…” he groaned as he went faster, your mascara dripping down from your eyes, ruining your makeup. “That’s fucking it…” he groaned his mouth open as he groaned, spilling his seed into your mouth. “Eat it. Don’t leave a damn drop.” He demanded as he moved your head back, allowing you to actually breathe. You nodded quickly and swallowed his seed, opening your mouth to show that you did just as he said. “That’s what I like to see.” Draco laughed half ass you he picked you up by your arm, pressing you up against the wall. “Your fucking mine? You understand that? You are mine. Mine to use as I want.” Draco sneered as he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look at him. You nodded. “Use your words.” He ordered, slapping your cheek. “Yes…” you mumbled. “Yes what?” Draco rolled her eyes, slapping your cheek again, leaving a red mark. “Yessir…” you whispered softly. “Good girl.” Draco smirked as his available hand slowly moved to your chest, slapping your boob once. You jumped a little as you looked at him. Draco chuckled to himself as his hand then slowly slid down to your stomach, then to your panties. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” Draco asked. You nodded quickly as you felt a slender finger play with the hand of your panties. “Spread your legs.” He ordered, his mouth latching with your neck as his hand slowly slid into your panties. You spread them open slightly as his fingers gently touched your bud.

“Draco…” you whispered softly, her head hitting the wall behind you as he sucked a purple hickey onto your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me..” Draco purred as his fingers slowly slid through your slit, hovering over your hole as his middle finger slowly slid in. “Dra…” you panted as you felt his finger slowly enter. “Can feel how fucking wet you are. Cant wait for her ex boyfriend to fuck her real good.” Draco purred into her neck as he sucked on her neck. “Mhm..” you whispered softly as his finger curled inside you. “Please Draco…” you whimpered softly. “Please what? Use your words.” Draco purred as his middle finger slowly went knuckle deep. “Please fuck me…” you whispered softly. “That’s my girl…” Draco hummed softy as his middle finger left your hole causing you to whine from the loss of the feeling. Draco smirked, putting his ring finger and middle into you again, feeling your walls squeeze against his fingers. “So fucking tight as if I haven’t ruined you already…” Draco purred into your neck as he kissed your neck. “Please… I’m close…” you whispered, feeling him curl his fingers inside you. “Come on…” Draco purred as his pace was faster. “So close…” you whispered as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You moaned as you felt your orgasm hit, leaning out head back into the wall behind you as Draco let you ride it out. “Good girl…” Draco hummed, taking his fingers out of her panties and saw a ring of white around his two fingers and put them to her mouth. “Suck.” Draco ordered. You nodded quickly and started to suck on them, tasting yourself on his fingers. Draco smiled as he felt your tongue suck up on his two fingers. “Such a little slut aren’t you?” Draco laughed. “Mhm…” you mumbled as you continued to suck. Draco shoved his fingers down your throat with a smirk as his other hand slid down your body so play with your tit, slowly tracing your nipple, leaving it aching. Draco then removed his fingers from your mouth and slapped your cheek, kissing you hard. His hands left your body and moved down to your panties, taking them off and throwing them to wherever his belt was. Draco hoisted you up to where he was holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands going into his hair gently tugging out it and earning a groan out of his mouth. “Damn..” Draco groaned. “So fucking pretty all fucked up by me..” Draco purred as his lips attached to your neck as his cock slowly slid into you. “Fucking hell…” you moaned out as you felt him slowly slip into your tight aching hole. Draco grunted as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily on your neck as he slowly pushed himself all the way in slowly starting to move you up and down on his cock. “Feel good?” Draco purred into your ear as he picked up the pace. “Mhm…” you mumbled softly, your back scratching at the brick wall behind you. “Merlin fuckin’ love how damn tight you are.” Draco groaned as he bounced you up and down. “Hell Draco…” you whimpered softly, her head hiding in his neck as her tears ruined her mascara, it running down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. “Gonna make you forget all about Blaise. Only mine. You’re only mine.” Draco groaned as he went faster, that same familiar knot it your stomach tightening. “Swear wanna cum in this tight fucking pussy. I bet you want that you slut.” Draco groaned as your nails dig into his shoulders as you placed your forehead on his. “Look at me.” Draco demanded. You slightly opens your eyes and looked at him, your eyes hazy and tired. “Close…” you mumbled quietly. “I know baby… be a good girl and wait until I say so..” Draco sighed out as he continuously bounced you up and down. “Please..” you whimpered tiredly. “Let go..” Draco sighed softly, gently kissing your cheek. “Merlin…” you whimpered as you felt your body shutter as you laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

“And to think I hated you…” Draco sighed to himself as he slowly walked over to the sink and placed you in the counter still naked, taking off your makeup. “What am I doing with my life… Merlin I love you so fucking much.” Draco said to himself as he whipped your makeup off. He kept you on the counter as he looked for something to put you in so you wouldn’t have to put the dress on again. He found his blazer he wore and grabbed your panties and put them beside you. He smiled as he found his boxers and pants, putting them on them putting on his belt and his white button up dress shirt but not bothering to fix his hair. “Get up..” Draco whispered softly, kissing your forehead. “Just have to get you dressed than you can go back to sleep..” Draco whispered softly as he started to put his blazer on you, it being just big enough to cover you all the way. “Stand up..” Draco asked softly as he picked you io and placed you on the ground, sliding your panties on. You stumbled slightly but then laid your head on his shoulder, falling back asleep. Draco sighed slightly as he walked over to your dress and picked it up, carrying it while helping you walk out of the bathroom. Draco sighed a little as he realized it was hard to make you walk so he just decided to pick you up bridal style. You mumbled something as he picked you up but your words were incoherent because of how tired you were. Draco walked the halls of hogwarts then walked into the slytherin common room. Draco walked into a separate room that wasn’t the dorms tho because his dad made sure Draco got his own room and didn’t have to share with anyone. He walked into his room with you in his arms and dropped you on the bed. He put your dress down in a chair he had and started to change. He changed into a simple pair of pajama pants and a black shirt, grabbing an extra shirt for you to wear. He walked back over to his bed and removed the blazer he put on you and threw it over with your dress, not really caring as much for it. He put the shirt on your body and laid you back down, covering you in the black comforter he had on his bed. “Good night y/n.” Draco sighed as he was already feeling bad for the way he treated you. “I love you so fucking much…” Draco sighed as he sat down on the side of the bed. He turned to look at you sleeping peacefully, knowing he fucked up choosing pansy over you. He sighed as he laid down beside you, facing away from you.

The next morning you woke up in a bed, knowing it wasn’t yours. You yawned softly as you sat up noticing that you weren’t in your pajamas either. You were in someone’s t-shirt. You looked beside you and saw platinum blonde hair. “Draco.” You said out loud. “Mm..” Draco groaned, trying to go back to sleep. “Draco I didn’t think you would actually…” you mumbled as you slowly stretched. “What?” Draco sighed softly. “I didn’t think you would do all this for me.. I mean we aren’t dating anymore…” you sighed as if she had forgot what happened in the bathroom. “Y/n listen. I fucked up big time. After I got with pansy I couldn’t stand her. She wasn’t you. I want you. Not her. I don’t know if you’ll forgive me of leave I just wanted you to know I’m actually so sorry for what I said to you. But since your dating Blaise an all that I understand if you wanna leave.” Draco sighed as he propped his head up in his hand as his elbow rested in his pillow. “Draco…” you stammered, looking at him with wide eyes. “Me and Blaise weren’t dating… i did it just to get under your skin… Draco I love you..” you sighed. “So you wanna maybe get back together…?” Draco mumbled as he sat up. “Please…” you laughed a little. “Merlin I love you.” A little laugh escaping his lips as he kissed you.

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indibutterfly · 28 days

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Awww, the Pomni short fic made my heart swell! And that's a good thing! Well done, dear author! If you're up to another fic prompt, I have one in mind.

Caine tries to genuinely conjure up an exit as per Pomni's request that will lead to an outside world. But ultimately fails. So to help, Pomni tries to explain what the outside world is like, or as much as she can remember anyway. Caine just ends up creating a pocket dimension. Looks like outside/exit, with nature stuff on it, but not really. Pomni doesn't want to leave the place he just created though. It creates a problem because it's unstable. And so she's sent back at the circus, sadder as ever. Might even abstract.

I wonder how will you write this one ;)✨ I have faith that you can do it! Thanks again though!

So sorry this took so long! I am glad you like the last story I made! I hope you like this one!

Warning: This is really angsty

“Boss…..you’ve been at this for days….maybe give it a rest?”

“I CANT BUBBLE!! She won’t love me anymore if I don’t do this!” Bubble gave a distraught look towards his master. He has been so different ever since…..that day…..no he wouldn’t think about that right now. Maybe if he talked some sense into the stripes, then his boss would go back to normal! Bubble immediately teleported to the location of stripes. He saw her in the same corner she has been in since…..that day………not thinking about that! Bubble floated over to Pomni, with a giant smile.

“Heya stripes! Doing any better?” Silence.

“Uh stripes? Did ya hear me?”

Silence.

“Stripes, want me to get the boss?”

Silence. Bubble sighed,

“Pomni, the boss is worried about you…could you please feel better so everything can go back to normal?”

She finally responded. However, her response wasn’t coherent. All that could be heard was the sound of her muttering words…….it was honestly……a depressing sight to behold. Bubble teleported back to his boss. However when he arrived, it definitely was not what he was expecting.

“I’ve had done it……I’VE HAD DONE IT!!! My love will no longer have to suffer anymore!!! She is going to have everything she wanted!!” Caine snapped his fingers and created a mirror before him.

“My my my I look quite a mess don’t I? Well we can’t have that!” Another snap and he was good to go. He almost looked normal. Well all except for his tie being completely undone, but that had nothing at all to do with his mental state right? Right?! Caine spared it no mind, or was it pay no thought? Well whatever it was, the only thing he cared about was about to no longer feel depressed! That was all that mattered. He teleported over to his lover’s room.

“Oh Dearest~ I have the most wonderful of news!” Caine expected no response from Pomni. After all she wasn’t in her right mind! He was going to fix that!

“Pomni! I made you a special room in the circus! It’s modeled almost completely like the real world! It’s small, but I did it!” Real world……now those words caught the Jester’s attention.

“H-Home?” She said with a weak and broken voice. The ring master floated towards the love of his digital life. He cupped her face as though she were a porcelain doll.

“Yes my dear, your home.” Though she kept the same expression and broken voice, she seemed to perk up just a little bit.

“Take…me…home…” He did not waste any time. Caine took her by the hand and teleported the two in front of an Exit door.

“I know how fond you are of these types of doors, so I put your reality behind it! Go ahead my love! Open the door!” She lifted her hand and opened the exit door. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement. He did it……HE ACTUALLY DID IT!

“Do you….perhaps like it my love?” The jester ran up to the ringmaster and squeezed him ever so tightly.

“It’s perfect! Just like my home!” It was a small town with different shops that you could enter. It looked so realistic. It even had NPCs look like humans! Finally, true happiness could be achieved here for his love. Caine watched in pure enjoyment as Pomni ran around the entire area with wonder and excitement filling her. It had been so long since he saw her look anything other than scared……he could easily get used to this. Sure it took pretty much everything he had in his code to keep it together for her, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. Only her happiness. That’s all that was relevant mattered now. That’s all that could ever matter. For two weeks, Pomni hardly ever left the room. Caine couldn’t fault her though. She finally had everything she could ever want…until she got that look again. He had noticed it around the time of his daily visit to her.

“Oh my love! What would you like to do today?” She looked up at him with an almost melancholy expression.

“It’s getting dull Caine.”

“Dull? My dear whatever could you mean?” She took a deep breath and tried her very best to explain.

“I guess it just got kinda mundane. It’s really hard to have fun here, when everyday it’s the same shops, stores, etc. I guess I just want more.”

“Then more you shall have my dear! Give me only an hour, alright?” She nodded and sat on one of the benches that were scattered throughout the “real-like” room. When Caine returned, he looked rougher than usual. Not only was his tie undone still, but now his coat was completely untucked.

“There you are my dear! More for you to enjoy!” With a snap of his fingers, the room grew twice in size. There were now office buildings and homes, which created the illusion of living in the real world. Her face once more gained that amazed look as she rushed over to the new areas that surrounded the tiny business. This would be the start of a cruel cycle. Pomni would get bored of the new room. Caine would destroy himself making something new for her. She was happy. Until she wasn’t. Caine wasn’t bothered. Pomni loved him. He knew that very well. She was simply…..missing home was all. He looked in the mirror at his new appearance. His abilities were completely used, except for the little bit to keep the circus afloat. The ringmaster’s attire was torn and tattered. His hat was smushed flat, his coat was completely unbuttoned and torn. He did not look like the ringmaster of the digital circus.

“Boss……you don’t look so good.” Caine gave a sigh.

“What I look like doesn’t matter…..she is…..happy. I love her enough to give her everything she wants.” Bubble floated up to his boss. Even though he was an ai of very little brain, Bubble could tell this was unhealthy. He couldn’t stand to just sit and watch his best friend hurt himself like this. He teleported to the room where Pomni now resided.

“Stripes!” Pomni turned around and faced Bubble.

“Hi Bubble! Are you okay?”

“Stripes, the Boss doesn’t look so good. Please ask him to take away this world.”

Pomni shuddered to even entertain that thought.

“Caine made this place to show how much he cares for me. Wouldn’t it hurt him more if I asked for him to take everything back?” Bubble gave a load groan.

“Follow me, stripes.” Pomni did as Bubble asked. As soon as she walked outside her new room, the Jester saw how broken the circus looked. Pieces were falling, the stage curtains were ripped, doors were off their hinges. Caine would never let this slide! Where was he?!

“Why hasn’t Caine done anything about this? He loves this circus more than anything.”

“Not more than you, Pomni.” No……no……it wasn’t her fault that this was happening…….was it? She felt something deep within her break. Black squares began to surround and began to slowly engulf her. Bubble did not know what to do. Caine ran with everything he had in him. He felt the pain she was feeling and he knew what would happen next.

“POMNI!” He cried out in desperation. Though she had not yet fully transformed, her mental state had already left her. Caine grabbed her face and pulled her close.

“Pomni! My love! Please look at me!” The darkness continued to engulf her.

“What do you need?! I can give you anything, you want! Just say the word, my dear!” He tried snapping a few things into existence……but nothing happened. Pomni saw that.

“I don’t need anything!” She tried to cry out to the love of her life. However that’s not what came out of her mouth.

“Need everything.” That is what Caine heard.

“I can give you that! Just please…….” He began to break down in tears.

“Please, Pomni….don’t leave me!” Seeing her lover broken, she broke her even more. If she had never shown him true love, then he wouldn’t be like this. If she never told him how she felt about the real world, then he wouldn’t have hurt himself giving her what she wanted. She needed Caine. Seeing him break like that……hurt more than anything. With that she fully lost her old form.

“POMNI!” The jester known as Pomni…..was now no more. A feeling Caine had never known before.

“POMNI!! I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! I GAVE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! WAS IT NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!” He screamed at the creature.

“Was….was I not good enough?”

Broken sobs, overcame the circus.

Fin~

I kinda wanna make a part two……lemme know if yall want that.

(I am still doing ship one-shots. Send me an ask or a comment and I will do it. As long as it follows the guidelines ofc.)

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jamneuromain · 29 days

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Jam, in honor to the song I was just listening I propose a battle for our reader.

😠 + 😉 with Andy VS Steve. Steve was your first love, Andy is your current amazing love. Fight fight fight (not physical obviously lol🥊!

hmmm.... It's such a tough call! But since Andy is your current amazing love, I rule for-

Ugh I hate ex-bf being all gloating and smug when you meet again

Not Him

Previous Steve Rogers x You; Andy Barber x You

Warning: Ex-Steve, Reader is in her late 20s, Andy a few years older than reader (but not mentioned specifically). None?

Summary: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I've been clearing my draftbox as best as I can.

Someone called out your name behind your back, and you instinctively snapped your head in that direction.

Blonde, built, and that smile-

"Oh, Steve. Hi." You instantly recognized the man from your past.

You met Steve when you attended high school. While he was the famous football quarterback for the school team, you were practically nobody, and if it weren't for a class you shared, you wouldn't even know each other in your separate lives.

One thing led to another, and you became high school sweethearts, before breaking up a few months later.

"Hey." He jogged up to you. That sunshine-dazzling smile nearly splitting his face in two, "It's been... what, ten years? Wow..." He exclaims, carefully observing you from head to toe.

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen you since ... the prom?" You casually switched the pile in your hand to the other, smoothing your T-shirt.

Oh yes, the high school prom where you had two dances before he spent the whole night with the pretty British girl with a posh accent. What's her name? Petra? Penny? Next day, your phone was blasted with Instagram notifications telling you from all aspects and angles how they kissed as Prom King and Queen. Not that you didn't know it already, when you were there, under the stage.

"You-uh heading somewhere?" He pointed at your stack of papers, teasing ever so slightly, "I've seen you still not giving up on studying, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I'm working as a coach now," He interrupted before you could finish your sentence, flashing his team jacket before your eyes, even tapping on the chest where the team name is visible to any man within eight feet if they weren't complete blind.

"Wow." You nodded, playing along, "Uni team, impressive."

Too bad you were never a decent sports fan that could share Steve's enthusiasm as to which legendary figure saved the day with a ball in their hands - nor did you find being a coach "impressive" ... or intrigued, for that matter, because being in front of glamouring Steve fucking Rogers made you shrink back to your high school self-image again: a small, inconspicuous, socially unidentifiable shadow of a being that you could barely recognize. And yet, the contrast between Steve and you reminded you every single time, that you do not belong to a world of his, a world where books and glasses are symbols of "nerds" or "geeks" and are perfectly fine to make fun of, a world where if you don't like sports - or not being a potential athlete, you should be eliminated in every social context.

"Yup." He popped the "p" with his full lips, "If you want the tickets next season-" Steve pointed towards himself with both thumbs, the lop-sided smile made him look smug as ever, "This guy is your go-to-guy."

More like your never-go-to guy. You scoffed, adjusting your expression to a small smile as soon as he turned his focus on you, "Sorry, I think I need to head to my next class."

"C'mon-" Steve dragged his tone almost annoyingly, "Skip it. Don't you have some time for me, for old time's sake?"

You could have ten more minutes for him before the next class. But you didn't want to. Which was the point.

"Hey, honey." Came a voice behind your back, startling you just a little. An arm draped around your shoulders, squishing you into a familiar embrace, "I've been calling."

You let out a sigh of relief. More so when the owner of this familiar voice took the stack of papers from your arms into his own, and rubbed your sore arm for having to hold the pile for quite a while.

"Sorry." You apologized to your beloved boyfriend Andy, "I must've silenced my phone during the class."

" 's okay." Andy pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering, "Wanted to ask you about lunch anyway. Nothing important." Andy slowly moved his eyes away from yours, and acted as if he had just seen Steve, a 6-foot man who appeared out of nowhere, "Who do we have here? Honey, would you mind introducing?"

"Sure. This is my ex, Steve, from high school. Steve, this is Andy, my boyfriend."

The moment the word "ex" escaped from your lips, you became aware instantly that your boyfriend had entered his suit mode, every available muscle tensing up in his body, and like a good huntsman, ready to strike when he sees the glimpse of a failure of his opponent. Where you hoped that "high school" from your introduction would calm his nerves, it certainly achieved the opposite when you heard your boyfriend say: "Oh..." in a thoughtful way, "the quarterback-captain, am I right?" as he extended his hand to shake Steve's.

Yup. It definitely made Andy slightly on edge.

"I'm part of the coaching team on campus, actually." Steve flashed his identity proudly before Andy, shaking Andy's hand in an equally firm grip, "Go Falcons."

"Oh..." said Andy again, more thoughtfully, "I'm a professor here in the Law School - You wouldn't happen to be the coach assistant of Karl?"

This just turned more competitive than you would think. Yet, it did bring a tinge of amusement when Andy confirmed your suspicion that Steve was too young to be made a coach, while the position of coach assistant was for brainless jocks who did all the dirty work coaches didn't want to, the heavy-lifting and paperworks, for instance.

"Well," Steve sneered, "I thought dating a student was improper conduct, Professor."

"Excuse me?" Andy raised his brows. So did you.

"You heard me." Steve nodded towards you, "Her, a student, obviously. It would be a great unfortunate if the dean might hear about such a rumour somewhere, wouldn't it?"

He said almost challengingly.

Wow. Typical Steve as ever. The girl he dated after prom, the British girl, was rumoured to have had a bad break-up previously. According to gossip that ran in the school bathroom, the British girl was told that her ex was cheating - which turned out to be a false alarm, but they broke up anyway.

Now you guessed you knew who was the little birdie that shared the false information with that poor girl.

Andy snorted out laughter. The corner of his lips could barely contain themselves as he struggled to keep a straight face, "Marvelous." Andy clapped - more like tapping his palm with the other hand, before asking for your permission, "Should you do this or should I?"

You scoffed. Really scoffed in front of the glorious quarterback that you liked a decade ago, "For your information, Steve, I'm working as a lecturer at this university. So, go start your devious little plan elsewhere. If you don't mind, I have a class to teach - C'mon, Andy."

You dragged Andy by his arm and led him out of the battlefield.

"Nice." Andy commented, not bothering to look back at his opponent, with a pleasing grin that was probably going to mold on his face for all eternity. "Did you see the look on that guy's face? Spectacular. So proud of you, Honey."

"Yeah, not my best moment having to face a dickhead-ex." You huffed out, "Jesus, why didn't I know he was that big of a jerk when I started dating him?"

"I know," Andy said, sympathetically, "Don't worry though, I noticed that your choice of man has had a significant change for the better."

You shot him a dirty glare, which Andy took, feigning he just got hit on the chest.

"Sorry, no joking, got it." Andy made a pained face which caused you to involuntarily grin. Quickly abandoning the idea of the ex in his mind, Andy finally returned to the topic for which he came to find you, "What's for lunch again? Cafeteria?"

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